Nah, clearly God drives Dodge pickup trucks, because Moshe’s people are told not to approach the mountain “until the Ram’s horn sounds a long blast” -Exodus 19:13.
This is just a fun little animation, but it would be a dream project to make a LucasArts style point and click adventure starring Squirrel Girl. I imagine Monkey Island insult sword fighting gameplay applied to conflict resolution dialog puzzles that occur between fight scenes.
Martin marched forward through the mist, passing between the dark trees that dotted the bleak, grey landscape. As he walked, the fog parted in front of him, leaving a clear path toward his destination. Martin was uncertain as to what he would find, for it was not often that Vulpuz summoned him from the bright lands to the gate.
“Miss Elizabeth Bennet has refused me. I’d never imagined this outcome; it was entirely outside my realm of experience. Therefore, upon entering my temporary quarters, I summoned the single remaining faculty at my disposal that could possibly save the situation.
"I summoned Jeeves.”
(In which Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy, with the help of his brilliantly capable manservant, attempts to clear his good name, tackle obstacles such as lovelorn mooncalves, perspicacious aunts, a kidnapping helmet thief, and an unexpected duckpond, and finally win the girl in the end.)
*Finally complete! This was so much fun to write!*
So... Laure001 on AO3 mentioned no-one would (knowingly) read a Pride & Prejudice and videogame crossover. And then, when I mentioned I’d like one, she told me to write it as a challenge. So, you know what that means!
I hope you’ve got your pants with the impossibly large pockets on, because it’s Monkey Island / P&P crossover time!!!
“In short, Miss Bennet,” he concluded his heartfelt proposal, “I eagerly await your acceptance, though your family comport themselves like dairy farmers.”
“How appropriate,” Elizabeth promptly rejoined, “considering I’ve never met a greater mooncalf.” She drew herself up proudly. “Commodore Darcy, may I state in no uncertain terms: you are the last man in the world whom I would ever marry.”
Darcy stared at her, gobsmacked. His countenance fell, as he stared unseeing at some point far in the distance of his mind. After some moments, he rallied his spirits, lifted an accusing finger, and pointed in Elizabeth’s direction. He declared loudly, “Look behind you, a three-headed monkey!”
She regarded his outburst with an incredulous raised eyebrow and slowly and deliberately turned to observe the bare wall behind her. After returning to face front, she discovered that her distinguished visitor had bolted from the room and disappeared from the house, sobbing loudly.
Elizabeth walked to the window and observed his rapid progress down the lane. She tsked to herself. “Men! So sensitive!”
“Yes, what would you need with a wimp like him, when you have ME, Murray!” The referenced talking skull / self-styled demonic overlord cackled maniacally upon a nearby table.
“Indeed,” Elizabeth responded.
“So, how’s about setting off on our reign of terror to conquer the seven seas and make all mortals quake in terror before us?” Murray asked with the unquenchable hope of a request repeated for the thousandth time.
“No,” Elizabeth said, with the equivalent dismissal of a denial given for the same number. “However...” She trailed off, glancing down at the table. Upon it, beside the clattering Murray and a porcelain vase, lay a letter, signed “Elaine Marley-Threepwood” in neat, flowing script, and inside it, a tattered yellowed parchment. It bore faint, weathered markings of leviathans and latitudes far beyond the bounds of their safe, sheltered clime. Elizabeth traced the border composed of tiny dancing stick-figures with fruits for heads. A strain of music floated unbidden into her head; without conscious thought, she began humming the jaunty melody. A slow, secret smile stole across her face. “As for our other plan...”
Jaune: I’m writing Weiss a love letter to let her know how I feel! Got any ideas?
Ren: ... I think you should try something different. Like, maybe, scented candles.
Jaune: (writing) “... Your hair flows like Fresh Cotton Linens. Grandma’s Apple Cinnamon Spice is the fragrance I’d use to describe your mouth. And your nose! Like an unscented emergency candle for when the power goes out!”
Hi I saw that you are taking requests! May I suggest you draw Atem inspired by the song Kings by The Pierces? I think about him everytime I listen to this song. Thank you for considering it!
A friend of mine who isn’t even into ygo asked me whether I was putting together a playlist for the pharaoh when I started looping the song lol. It’s such a fitting song, thank you for recommending it ^ ^
I’ve a fanfic for @azrarepairweek! (if that’s okay! Along with old fanart above ^)
First chapter for Day 1 prompt: Supernova (”A star ending its life in a huge explosion”)
Aldnoah () Odyssey
Far in the future, Princess Asseylum of Mars embarks as the sole human occupant on a year-long voyage to the planet Earth. But as she discovers, on the first ship of its class Aldnoah, you need never be truly alone.
To see the sky for what it is / You have to trip and fall. / Is it best to love and lose / Or never love at all?
(A SciFi!AU, with Asseylum / Slaine and Seylum / Inaho)
I’ve a fanfic for @azrarepairweek! (if that’s okay! Along with old fanart above ^)
First chapter for Day 1 prompt: Supernova (”A star ending its life in a huge explosion”)
Aldnoah () Odyssey
Far in the future, Princess Asseylum of Mars embarks as the sole human occupant on a year-long voyage to the planet Earth. But as she discovers, on the first ship of its class Aldnoah, you need never be truly alone.
To see the sky for what it is / You have to trip and fall. / Is it best to love and lose / Or never love at all?
(A SciFi!AU, with Asseylum / Slaine and Seylum / Inaho)
“Say, tutor?”
“Yes, Princess Asseylum?”
“It really is beautiful, isn’t it? Our Mars.”
The girl whirled gracefully from the porthole’s view she had been contemplating, and turned to face the interior of the compact starship.Her long, light loose hair billowed about the hands she clasped behind her back. She bobbed in place consideringly and asked, “What do you think, tutor?”
“I am afraid I have no opinion to offer you, princess.” The words, while apologetic, were certain and unafraid. “As you are aware, I am merely equipped to offer you the collected information available for your education, as your onboard tutoring program. As such, I can recommend many persons who share your view of Mars. The famed Earth musician Gustav Holst composed a suite inspired by Mars, and several painters -”
Asseylum laughed, already grown familiar with this routine, though not tired of it. She hoped never to grow weary of her sole companion, incorporeal as he was, for the duration of her long journey. “Thank you, but we still have to form some opinions together, you and I! But it’s not fair. You already call me by name, though more formally than I would like.”
“It is the title I have been programmed to use.”
Asseylum smiled wryly. “You did meet me under that name. And I find it awkward to suddenly change the names of friends. Is it the same for you?”
“As you know, princess, as a program I have no preference.”
Asseylum knew the self-abnegating reticence she heard was merely her imagination. As it informed her himself earlier, her disembodied A.I. tutor’s voice was merely a product of advanced lingual protocols and a talented vocal source. She pushed forward anyway. “In that case, what should I call you? ‘Tutor’ is only a placeholder. As we seem to have skipped becoming formally acquainted, I’m afraid you shall have to introduce yourself.”
“Certainly, princess. I am the Saazbaum Corporation’s Troyard Educational Software for 11th Form with Expanded Earth Curriculum 2014 version, mark II. Pleased to meet you, Princess Asseylum vers Allusia.”
“Likewise! But that name… isn’t that your model?”
“Yes, princess.”
“So, there are replacements with that exact same model designation, correct?”
“Of course, princess.”
“That won’t do. We are the only two to have witnessed this view of Mars together from this window. We share memories now. You’re irreplaceable to me. There must be some particular name or number, just for you?”
“I suppose there is my product identification number, princess.”
“And what is that?”
“It is 51A1N3, princess.”
“51A1N3… ‘Slaine’. Is it alright if I call you Slaine?”
“As you wish, princess.”
Asseylum was less sure this time that had she imagined the awed emotion in Slaine’s voice.
(If you’d like, please read the rest at SchrodingersKat at AO3 or Schrodinger’s Kat at FF dot Net)
Day 1: Supernova | A star ending its life in a huge explosion
Day 2: Polaris | the North Star
Day 3: Binary Star | a pair of stars which orbit one another, caught in a gravitational dance
Day 4: Gravity | all things are drawn to one another
Day 5: Perihelion | point when orbit brings one closest to the sun
Day 6: Wandering Star | travelers, unanchored to the dome of the heavens
Day 7: Fixed star | Stars that never set
More info about this event can be found on the announcement post, here.
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